Until the handwriting dissolves and the punctuation begin ill be a sorrowful loser... Not for loving but for losing the sheywire in the orogram of defeat.
Here's my best attempt at summing up quirky heartmade.
Simmer down Holdeth hands Merry go 'round nursery rhyms Didnt mean to do it Lost track of tine In the mere ignorance Of how hard it is to raise a kid to have moralled values While i sit here wondering where the twin light fae speaketh my name. but no love comes from the thrall. And peckish situation makes art come to life In my garter belt i shrink the situation. Untill it all evolves,,; until the punctuation fills my breathes and dreamers disease flood my gasm mind
Someday you know well reunite and this will be a funny episodic play of sorts she said lingingly peering into his eyes. ...... Right now its a play in he said, she said. "Despicable," he vowed.
Let's all take a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. We've made it through the arbitrary and now time to slink off to the commin corners. I thought i believed in the angelical force BUT... somehow the blunts roll off and all you're left to quandry was the two fates you had on the flight of angelical faerie wings. "How be it so?" Im not a murderer or a bar none. .. Im simply an angelical bar nun too lose to shave my beard and too wise to wallow and wander in pity. Gods from all across the world realize the supplementation. {Director's cut: I'll give you my two cents(sense) in a pliable} second}}}{here now we gather as all thespians do at the barbeque and campwire to see if they really made it. Its not akron or a pliable state but country men view this as hardship. !!You dont know hardship until you got the pointed end of a dagger.... Which side note im quandering my fate and the silly, obstenible make me feel incomplete like i was supposed to have a bi...
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